I visited my parents a couple of weekends ago as they had an open garden to raise money for the RNIB.
My father has always been (justifiably) very proud of his garden, so this was an opportunity for him to share it with other members of the community.
Unfortunately the weather on Saturday was rather poor, but there must have been at least 50 brave visitors that came for a viewing while the sky was full of thunder, lightning and rain.
Things did brighten up on the Sunday, and the number of visitors must have reached the hundreds. It was good to chat with them about the stories behind some of the objects and plants, as well as hear my fathers stories about how much the plot of land had changed since he bought the house.